Major Gavin Stewart and Colonel Roger McDonald exited the latter's office at British Military Intelligence headquarters...after their lengthy meeting. "So I guess it's all settled" Stewart stated. "Yes..I've confirmed it with the Home Office..the schedules for the ship's sailing.. and I want you there to ensure its safety" McDonald replied.

He noticed a somewhat distant look on his younger officer's face and questioned him about it. "You'll think I'm crazy sir.. When I had a run in with some roughnecks after the White Horse..I was helped.." replied Stewart. "By who?" asked McDonald. "A young Indian woman...incredible body...wearing virtually nothing...save some tiger skins over her private parts...wore a tiger skin mask...called herself the Tigress of India...she had strength and skill like I've never seen before...strangest thing.." Stewart remarked.


"Sounds impossible to be true...More like a local myth Major..Perhaps we can discuss it over a drink at the officer's club.." McDonald offered and Stewart nodded in reply. Neither of them knowing exactly how real the Tigress was.


Elsa Grables knew this fact quite well as the Superwoman of India legend lay defeated and unconscious before her. She watched Tigress' large, dark brown breasts rise and fall slowly as she slept on the stone steps of the steam bath pool. Her hardened nipples threatened to burst through the tiger pelts which covered them. The heroine's entire body glistening from the remnants of the drug-laced,bath water. Elsa turned as Franz approached her with two Indian thugs.


"Bind her well..ensure that she does not awaken..I wish to question her later" Elsa ordered him. The burly Nazi nodded to his Indian subordinates. One tied the heroine's hands behind her back with strong ropes while the other bound her ankles together in similar fashion. They raised her up partially as Franz looped some more rope about her ample chest.

"Nnnhh.." Tigress moaned as the ropes were fastened tightly, painfully squashing her beauteous breasts. "This shall help ease the pain Tigress.." Elsa sneered as she soaked a handkerchief with some more chloroform and tied it over her nose and mouth.

"Hnhhh.." Tigress sighed as her eyes briefly flickered in the slits of her tiger pelt mask. "The smell...so powerful...my hardened nipples make it impossible to resist...I am defeated...I must...sleep" thought the buxom Indian heroine...before closing her brown eyes...as the chloroform sent her back into dreamland. The rise and fall of her mighty chest signalled that she was drawing copious amounts of the potent anaesthetic into her system and would remain unconscious.


The Indian Adventuress was unceremoniously dumped into a laundry cart and covered with linen. She was then wheeled out past the unsuspecting clientele and staff to a waiting car outside of the bath house.
"Unnhhh..Where?..Who?.." Tigress groaned hours later as she returned to the realm of the conscious. The curvaceous catwoman's eyes opened slowly within the slits of her tiger pelt mask as the throbbing sensation in her temples subsided.


As she moved her shapely body, Tigress soon discovered that her arms and legs were stretched to the limit while her hands and feet were bound to the surface under her back. She strained her muscles but her incredible strength had abandoned her. "Uhhh..Nipples still aroused..Tiger Strength..gone...I feel weak...and...tired..." Tigress sighed unable to break the ropes binding her. "Ah fraulein...So awaken..Welcome to my humble abode.." Otto Schimdt gloated as he approached his curvaceous captive.


"Why have you captured me Mr Schimdt?..What evil plans have you in store for me?" the Tigress of India demanded. "Fraulein Grables was indeed correct..You are nothing..without your breasts..." he sneered and lightly fondled the heroine's nipples with his left hand.

"Unnhhh.." Tigress protested...her head sagging between her big brown breasts...as she felt sleepy once again. "You posed an unexpected threat to ze plans of ze Fatherland..but no more.." Schimdt snarled as he stepped away from the bed to pour himself a glass of brandy.


"You..You're the one..Sending the messages to German submarines..To sink Allied ships.." the Indian Adventuress realised. "Zat is correct Tigress..I have been able to crack their secret code with my transponder.." Schimdt gloated as he patted a strange-looking typewriter on a nearby table.

"You shall not get away with your plan..I shall break free and stop you!" Tigress quipped. "Alas..You shall be too tired to move against us foolish fraulein" Schmidt replied as he sipped his brandy. A menacing shadow soon explained the meaning of his words to the heroine.

"Aahhnn!!..Aaahhnnhh!!!" Tigress cried as the burly Franz rolled a steel-spiked ball over the summits of her great chest. The masked beauty twisted frantically atop the bed as the spikes painfully probed her hardened nipples and her smooth dark-brown skin.

"Aaieee!!..Fiends!..Aahhnn!!..Butchers!!..My nipples..in great pain..Aaieeee!!!" the curvaceous catwoman cried as she writhed helplessly atop the bed. Turned on by the pleas of the struggling she-cat, Schimdt shoved his right hand under her skimpy briefs.

"Aauunhhh!!!..Not my genitals!..Aaahhh..Must not..be penetrated..Aahhnnhhh!!" Tigress groaned as the urgency of her struggles increased. Every muscle in her shapely body accentuated and the ropes cut into her wrists and ankles as she struggled.

With a mighty surge of energy, Tigress snapped her bonds and sent delivered a vicious right fist into Franz's jaw. The force of the blow sent him crashing into Schmidt and both Nazi agents went sprawling along the floor.

Swivelling on her shapely buttocks, the savage she-cat sprang to her feet. "None shall defile the Tigress and escape her vengeance!" she snarled as she advanced towards her fallen foes. The heroine she felt a hand grasp her on the left side of her waist.

"Eh?!" she gasped in surprise but before she could act, a white cloth was dabbed over her large breasts. "Unnhhh..Liquid of Sleep..Breasts..becoming tired..again.." Tigress groaned as her legs turned to rubber and her arms fell limp at her sides.

"Foolish female..Your virgin breasts have no defence against ze power of chloroform.." Elsa Grables snarled as her left arm entwined itself about the heroine's flat abdomen as her right hand vigorously dabbed the chloroform cloth over her ample breasts.

"Unnnhhh..I..have been bested once again..Have no answer..to Nazi treachery...Have to..fall..asss..leeeeppppp...Uhhhhhhh" Tigress groaned as her head dropped between her bold breasts. Elsa Grables released her hold, allowing the Indian Adventuress to collapse to the floor in a semi-conscious state.

"Insolent female!.." Schimdt snarled as he used his left boot to turn the defeated Tigress on to her back. He then stomped heavily on her mighty chest with his right boot. "Unnnhhhhh..!" Tigress groaned as her breasts were painfully crushed.

"Enough..Tigress will sleep now.." Elsa quipped as she knelt beside the fallen heroine and clamped the cloth over her nose and mouth. "Nhhhh..nnnhhhhh.." Tigress pleaded...her brown eyes darting from side to side in the slits of her tiger pelt mask...as she inhaled the sickly, sweet fumes.The Nazi trio watched with sadistic satisfaction as her eyes rolled within the slits of her tigerpelt mask and her breasts swayed slightly as she allowed the chloroform to render her unconscious for the second time. "Hhhhhhhhh" sighed the buxom Indian heroine into the cloth...as she passed out...again.


Elsa removed the cloth and stood up. "Zat will keep her unconscious for now..but we have little time for games with her now.." she warned her colleagues. "Indeed..It is time ze fraulein what it means to deny the ambitions of ze Fatherland!" Schmidt agreed.

Meanwhile at the officers' club, Major Stewart related his experience with the Tigress to Col McDonald. "It was truly uncanny sir.. As if she was watching over me.." Stewart stated as he finished his scotch.
"An incredible tale lad..but I'd best be focussing about the mission.." McDonald replied. "Yes sir" Stewart said as both men stood up and crisply saluted one another.

"Aye..Tigress has protected you so far..Wonder what the lass is up to tonight?" Colonel McDonald pondered as he watched Stewart walk away. Little did the British Colonel know that the answer to his question lay bound and gagged in a heavy trunk being hauled out of the back of a car.

Franz opened the trunk one final time to allow Otto Schmidt and Elsa Grables a final look at its contents. Bound with strong ropes from head to foot, Tigress lay unconscious at the base of the trunk.



A thick bandana gagged her mouth while two cotton pads soaked in chloroform were securely lodged beneath the ropes and over her nipples. "Nnnn.." Tigress sighed as her eyes flickered briefly before closing.



"Execellent..Ze fraulein is powerless to escape ze fate which awaits her" Schimdt grinned and ordered Franz to lock the trunk. The burly Nazi did as he was asked and then wrapped a heavy chain around the trunk.



The chain was then attached to a wench which was used to lift it into the air and over the darkened water of the harbour. The trunk was then released and landed with a tremendous splash.



The Nazi trio watched as the trunk slowly sunk below the surface of the water before walking off to their waiting car and driving away. It would soon be time to hatch their new scheme to further the war effort of Nazi Germany.



Colonel Roger McDonald hung up his hat as he entered his quarters. It had been a long, exhausting day and he wished that he had been able to leave as early as his assistant, Cpl Diala Singh had been able to.



He was about to turn on the light when he smelt the unmistakeable scent of sea water. "Who's there?!" McDonald snarled as he pulled out his pistol.



He eyes spotted a figure stagger towards him. "Unnhh..Took all..my strength.. escape..no where to go..Weak.. so..tired..Uhhhhh.." the figure groaned in a distinctly female voice as it fell forward. Holstering his pistol, McDonald moved to catch her.



Minutes later in his kitchen, the British Colonel brewed some tea for his unexpected late night visitor. Holding a cup of the steaming brew, McDonald walked towards his bed upon which the Tigress lay.



He watched her large, firm breasts rise and fall as she slept. Her long legs sliding back and forth over his sheets. The heroine's light brown eyes fluttered open in the slits of her tiger pelt mask and eased herself into a sitting position on the bed.



"Here lass..it seems that someone worked you over real good.." McDonald said as he handed her the tea. "Uhh..Yes Colonel..I tasted defeat for the first time tonight.." Tigress admitted as she took a sip of the tea and then set it down on the nearby night stand.



"Miss Singh told me of an invitation for Major Stewart at the Kabal Bath House..Went to investigate..Fell through the roof..Something in the water..Made my breasts tired..Blonde woman..poured liquid on my nipples..Had no choice..Had to fall asleep...but I managed to escape" she explained.



"Hmmm..Obviously the Nazis suspected something when their agents failed to get anything out of Stewart after he left the White Horse..Sounds like they used" McDonald reckoned as he pulled up a chair and sat down.



"Can you remember anything else that happened Tigress?" he asked. "They Nazis made it difficult for me to stay awake for long..Used strange liquid on my breasts repeatedly..Kept blacking out..but Otto Schmidt is involved.." the Indian Adventuress said.


"Officially Schmidt is considered an ally to the Crown and a neutral..and I'm afraid your testimony would never stand before any court in India.." McDonald stated.



Pressing the palms of her hands against the mattress, Tigress swiveled on her shapely buttocks and got off the bed. "I know Colonel..It is difficult to trust a woman in a mask..I shall have to catch the Nazis in the act.." Tigress resolved, placing her hands on her hips.



"That will be cutting it close lass..An important convoy sails in 48 hours..Especially if the Nazis have found a way to defeat you.." McDonald pointed out. "That's a chance I'll have to take..I shall contact you once I have the fiends in custody" Tigress replied and ran towards the nearby open window.



The British Colonel watched her great breasts and curvy hips sway as she ran. "Good luck Tigress..You'll be needing it" McDonald said as he watched her climb through the window and depart into the night.


Two nights later, Major Gavin Stewart stood on the bridge of the destroyer HMS Formidable as it sailed out into the Bay of Bengal, providing naval escort to three British freighters.

Stewart silently hoped that his new found guardian angel, the Tigress, would help ensure the safety of these ships and the success of their mission.



Elsewhere on the Bombay waterfront, Otto Schmidt and Elsa Grables boarded Schmidt's private yacht as they prepared to initiate their mission for Nazi Germany. The mooring lines were loosened and the vessel's engines roared to life.



However as the yacht sailed towards the open sea, a shapely silhouette watched it from the roof of a warehouse. "Schmidt and his followers are on board..I must go after them" Tigress resolved.



The large firm breasts of the Indian Adventuress bobbed sensously as her long legs made great strides across the roof of the warehouse. As she reached the edge, the heroine bent her knees and flexed her mighty thighs.



In a single motion, the shapely she-cat leapt from the rooftop and dove towards th darkened waters of the harbour. Her curvaceous form cut through the surface of the water like a knife. With long smooth strokes, Tigress swam underwater towards her target.



When it reached a safe distance out of the harbour, the yacht's engines slowed. In the main state room, Otto Schmidt set up his transponder. "See to it that the antenna is ready..We must make contact soon" he ordered Franz.



The burly Nazi nodded and left to do as he was told. Otto turned to Elsa Grables who was busy pouring them two glasses of brandy. "Very soon my dear..Success for the Fatherland!" Schmidt gloated. The Nazi agent would not have been had he known that Tigress was close at hand.



Surfacing near the stern of the yacht, the masked beauty used her claw-like fingernails to help her crawl up the steel surface. With uncanny agility, Tigress leapt over the railing and landed on the balls of her bare feet on deck. She quickly faded into the shadows as an armed sailor made his rounds.



Tigress was making her way stealthily through the shadows and towards the bow, when she spotted Franz and two sailors emerge on deck with some radio equipment. "Quickly!..We must erect the antenna" he ordered them as they walked along the deck.



"You will not carry out your plans evil ones!" Tigress declared as she leapt into their path. "You..!?!" Franz gasped in shock and reached for his pistol. However the Indian Adventuress reacted swiftly, felling the burly Nazi with a right roundhouse kick to the jaw.



The gun went off as Franz slammed into the two sailors and the impact sent the antenna and wiring they were carrying hurtling overboard. The trio fell senseless to the deck as the alarm was sounded.



"What..?!" Schmidt cried in shock as he heard the gunshot. His glass fell to the floor and shattered. "We have been discovered Herr Schmidt..We must get to ze launch!" Elsa cried as she pulled a pistol from her purse. "Yes..We must escape" Schmidt agreed as he drew a pistol from under his jacket and followed Elsa out the door.



With savage fury, Tigress tore through the ranks of the sailors who sought to subdue her. A left sweep kick sent four sprawling along the deck while a right uppercut to the jaw stopped a sailor trying to jump her from behind.



A sailor came towards her cocking a machine gun. Before he could level his weapon, the shapely she-cat somersaulted towards him. She drove the balls of her feet solidly into his face and the sailor pulled the trigger as he fell.



His random fire hit some nearby oil drums which exploded and caused a fire to break out on the bow of the yacht. As the fire spread out of control, the sailors forgot about their beauteous opponent and sought to abandon ship.



Sensing her quarry, Tigress raced towards the stern of the burning yacht where she saw Schmidt and Grables lower the launch into the water. Schmidt started the motor and started to steer the launch away from the stricken vessel.



The Nazi agents were startled as the heroine alighted into the centre of the yacht. Elsa moved to shoot her but Tigress felled her with a solid right fist to the jaw. "I will kill you!" Schmidt growled as he raised his pistol.



Tigress responded by driving the ball of her left foot into his jaw, rendering the Nazi senseless and causing the boat's motion to slow. "You two will have a lot of explaining to do to the authorities!" the heroine told her unconscious prisoners as she took control of the launch and steered it back towards port.



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